#fem!mc

[slutifer]

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𝗆𝖺𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖼

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 (𝖬𝖣𝖭𝖨) 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 (𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺 wc: 1068 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 (𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖻𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾), 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 😰 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍,, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒!! ♡

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‘cause he’s so pretty when he goes down on me gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry he tells me he’s gentle when he wants to be so i think he wants to be gentle with me

mammon's eyes glistened as he slowly scanned your face. his thumb traced your lower lip, cupping your chin with a touch so delicate, it was as though you were the most precious gem.

he finally had you alone, quite a rare occasion in the house of lamentation, and he was relishing in it. his greed burned aglow in his chest, the flame being stoked by your warmth radiating through the small distance between your body and his.

you giggled softly at the love struck look on his face and teased his thumb with a swipe of your tongue, his cheeks instantly heating up at the action.

"d-don't tease me, mc." his flustered voice was soft but it seeped through the still air in his room, raising goosebumps on your arms.

you pushed his thumb past your lips, smiling around it and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, holding him in place. he inhaled a sharp breath at your obvious beckoning, pushing his thumb lightly against the press of your tongue.

his tongue peeked out through his lips, dampening them quickly before he removed his thumb from your mouth. you pouted dramatically at the loss of his digit only for mammon to gently push your body down. he hovered above you with his hands pressed against his bed on either side of your head. you took the opportunity to make room for him to slot himself between your legs and he groaned in response, almost instantly laying into your body.

his face found its place in the crook of your neck where he left lingering, open mouth kisses and soft bites.

"so beautiful," he mumbled against your neck.

your hands wrapped around him, pulling his body even closer. he responded most eagerly and pushed his body further into yours, grinding himself against your heat.

"and all for m-me, fuck-" he moaned breathily.

his mouth found yours in a firm kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips. the urgency of his mouth juxtaposed the feather-like caress of his hands traveling from your cheeks, to your neck, and down to your chest. mammon's fingers grazed over your clothed nipple, sending a shiver down your spine. he swallowed your moans as he teased your sensitive nub, responding with his own whimpers when you pressed your own pelvis onto his hardness.

"need to taste ya, treasure." he mumbled against your lips. you moaned in response, your hands tugged lightly on his feathery white hair.

"words, darlin', i need to hear ya." he urged, his fingers trailing down to the elastic of your shorts.

"yes, yes. please, mammon." you bit down on his lip softly.

"good girl," he smirked, pecking your swollen lips once more before he sat up, pulling your shorts and underwear off in one swift movement.

he wasted no time as he positioned his head between your legs, nearly salivating at the sight before him.

"so wet for me already," his breath fanned over your sensitive core and your pussy clenched around nothing, your hands gripping the sheets. he began kissing your inner thighs, slowly inching his way to your wetness.

"ah, m-mammon?" you stutter out, your body shuddering, responding to his lips dragging against your inner thigh.

"yeah, baby?" mammon peeks up at you, eyes glazed over, pupils blown out. he tilts his head, lightly leaning it against your thigh.

"you're so pretty." your voice barely above a whisper, his blush deepened.

"you drive me crazy," a small smile graced his exquisite features. he placed his hands on either side of your thighs pushing your legs further apart, dipping his head down and placing an open mouth kiss to your clit. your body arched off of the bed, hips rising slightly with a rippling pleasure.

your hands shot up, burying themselves in his hair once again. he chuckled lightly before gently sucking on the bundle of nerves. you could no longer control the sounds that escaped your throat as he ran a finger through your folds before pushing two of them into your dripping core. your eyes flutter shut, teeth gritting as he curved his fingers, hitting the sweetest spot.

he began fucking you with his fingers as he focused on lapping up your wetness greedily.

"eyes open. look at me, baby.” he pushed his fingers in roughly, forcing your eyes to snap open. whimpering, you perched yourself up on your elbows and looked down at the beautiful man between your thighs. his hair had become disheveled, strands hanging over his forehead as his frenzied eyes connected with yours.

the sight of mammon between your legs - fingers fucking into you, his mouth expertly working your pussy - was overwhelming, pressure began to build in your lower stomach.

"m-mammonnn," you moaned, unable to think straight, "baby, i'm s-so clo-ose!" you nearly squealed, fingers tightening their grip on his hair, pulling his soaked face closer.

he sped up his movements, the pressure continued to build in your body, your pussy clenching harder around his fingers.

mammon could've cum right then - your voice, your body, your everything. his eyes never left yours, taking in the sight of your fucked out face, tits bouncing as he pressed his fingers into you. you were his human, all his.

you took my breath away so now i can’t suck in my stomach around you anymore

“cum for me, baby.” he moaned against your wetness. the vibrations of his voice pulsed through you and almost as though a switch flipped inside of you, you screamed out, throwing your head back as you reached your orgasm. sparks went off all over your body, stars blurring your vision. your body tightened around mammon's fingers as you rode out your release, heart pounding against your ribcage.

he placed a delicate kiss on your thigh, removing his fingers. you sucked in a light breath through your teeth at the sudden emptiness, watching as mammon sucked his fingers into his mouth.

"all mine." he smirked, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. you moaned at the taste of yourself on him, sitting up and pushing him onto his back. mammon's eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape.

"my turn." you smiled devilishly, straddling his hips.

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#two posts in one day?? #mammon my sweet #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me x reader #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #obey me mammon x mc #fem!reader #fem!mc #mammon x you #mammon x mc #mammon smut #mammon imagine #mammon fic #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[inkly-heart]

#gunther #fem!mc #oc #br<3ken colors

[tortor-sauce]

short comic of why Lucifer might fall in love with such a clumsy MC

my MC: Tohru (she/her)

and tbh i still don’t really know the reason 💀 all i know is they make me happy and that’s all that matters to me

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanart #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me comic #fem!mc #obey me fem!mc

[koemiii]

DILUC’S DOCILE SWEET WIFE!!

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Smut,fem!bodied reader, consensual somnophilla,(not mentioned in the drabble but hey its here ;) )not proofread!!! <33 love yall sm

The sweet, tired Husband!Diluc coming home after his midnight shift with a boner after working all night long only to see your resting figure on your shared bed. He may be tired, but still,he missed you (and ur pussy) so much!!

Husband!Diluc who can't control himself but still being a gentleman like how Crepus taught him to, hands slowly trailing underneath your flimsy revealing nightwear to finger your cute little hole made just for him and his only.

Husband!Diluc who's stroking his cock at a fast pace. He wished he could fuck you fast like how he's doing now. But that's not what a good husband would do especially when their wife’s sleeping. Precum leaking from his flushed tip before hearing your incoherent words of pleas and moanings.

Husband!Diluc whose long shaft is entering your velvety walls after you came on his long, slender fingers. He's surprised that you still haven't stir awake from this amount of pleasure, realizing that you're one of the heavy sleepers. How cute, he thinks.

Husband!Diluc who started to pound in a slow speed, not wanting to wake his cute wife up. Hands spreading out your legs, grasping on the plush of your thighs as he led out a soft groan. Your insides feel so good.

Husband!Diluc who rentlessly ruts into you as he remembers that he should not wake you up, but it's too late. Your eyelashes slowly fluttering as you felt an immense amount of pleasure and a familiar feeling pooling in your stomach. Grabbing his hand, signaling that you're about to cum.

Husband!Diluc who's as gentle as always, strings of apologies of waking his sweet wife up. After a few more thrusts you and Diluc came together. Your husband laid down beside you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Hearing his voice makes you calm as you drift to sleep in his arms, warm and comforting.

#diluc #diluc x you #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc smut #diluc x reader #cw somnophilia #fem!reader #fem!mc #diluc gi #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin drabbles #diluc x fem!reader #diluc genshin x reader

[pearl-dragon-cavern]

#obey me shall we date #om crack #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #fem!mc #Thirteen x fem!mc #crying mammon noises #obey me memes #obey me mc #obey me thirteen

[devildom-moss]

Hello, could you write a scenario for Diavolo and a chubby f!mc who's really shy and self conscious, in which he helps her be more confident, specially in bed. Thank you and have a good day/night!

Thank you for the request. I'm sorry this took way longer than I hoped. But, it is relatively long. I got too into the plot, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I tried.

Diavolo giving chubby f!mc a confidence boost

(Diavolo x f!MC)

(NSFW) (NSFW tags: slightly sub!Diavolo, afab!MC, begging, praise, oral - receiving, multiple orgasm, face riding, overstimulation, mild foodplay why do I keep doing this to him??) (other stuff: plot heavy!, "my love" used on MC, negative body image and low self-esteem, food guilt mentions)

Word Count: +4,300

Diavolo had brought you to another fancy party. One of the nobles from out of town had invited him to a massive resort; they also provided a hotel room for each guest and their plus one – should they decide to bring someone. Diavolo was determined to whisk you away and ensure that you enjoyed your time with him. He even bought you an outfit prior to your trip. It was gorgeous (perhaps because Barbatos and Asmo had assisted him with procuring an outfit complete with accessories). Although the outfit was primarily black, there were hints of your current favorite (chromatic) color in some of the details. Diavolo had put so much thought into this.

So, you were disappointed in yourself when you changed and stared, dejected, into the mirror. Everything fit perfectly, but when you looked at yourself, it felt like maybe you didn’t fit them properly. It was too late to get another outfit, so you would have to stomach (poor wording – you didn’t really want to think about your stomach) walking into the party while feeling like this.

You let out a shaky breath and firmly placed a (figurative) mask on – this, too, fit you perfectly. So much so that Diavolo beamed cluelessly at you when you stepped out of the hotel room.

“You are stunning.” Diavolo grinned and pulled you against him by your hips. His hands were wandering lower than they should have in that hotel hallway, but Barbatos wasn’t there, and you indulged his eager hands while no one was around to see you two. It gave you a moment to stare at him in all his glory. He was so handsome, and his suit accentuated his broad chest and shoulders. You couldn’t admit it to his face, but the thought of getting him out of that suit slipped into your mind and eased some of the anxiety you were feeling.

When Diavolo finally let you out of his grasp, you told him, “You look even more stunning.”

“Impossible!” Diavolo protested. Still, he was happy you liked how he looked. He locked the door behind you and carried his grin all the way downstairs to the venue.

You noticed that Diavolo was turning heads with his presence – which wasn’t surprising. How sad and insignificant you must seem standing next to him. Eventually, he found the host of the party and greeted them. A small circle of nobles – the kind whose centuries of age came out in their mannerisms and ideology – who practically screamed “bitter old man” – surrounded you both.

One of them, who was particularly distasteful already, added to his poor first impression when he whistled at one of the incubus girls at the party. He leaned into Diavolo and said, “What a body on that one. She’s almost as sexy as Maddi. Speaking of Maddi, wasn’t she chasing after you for decades? You get attention from the most gorgeous witches and demons. What’s your secret?”

He had neglected to add humans into the category of gorgeous people Diavolo attracted. Even coming from a disgusting worm of a demon like this guy, it kind of hurt.

“I don’t know if I would say all that, but I definitely attracted a beautiful lover.” Diavolo smiled at you and held your gaze. “I don’t know how I’m this lucky.”

“Certainly.” The worm-demon waved off Diavolo’s affection for you with a single word spewed from his easy-to-mistake-for-the-ass-end-of-the-body mouth. Quite frankly, Diavolo couldn’t stand the guy, either, so he was eager to get you away from there.

Diavolo pulled you deeper into the party. You had only made it into what could be considered the foyer before you had stopped. The main course was in the following room. Well, actually, this party had skipped the main course and gone straight to dessert.

A sweet smell hit your nose seconds before you walked into the room. It wasn’t a cohesive sweetness, but a mixture of them colliding chaotically. Massive tables were lined with a variety of cakes in slices and small shapes – some more ornate than others. The waiters were wandering the room and tables, offering numerous, gorgeous-looking drinks. Beelzebub would love this – although he would ultimately ruin the party with his bottomless appetite. Asmo would be Devilgramming everything. Luke, Simeon, and Barbatos would probably enjoy this, too – although this was hardly a good environment for Luke. Still, this wasn’t what you were expecting.

“What kind of party is this?” you asked Diavolo.

“One of the executives for Madam Scream’s is celebrating a prosperous first half of the fiscal year. They’re showcasing some of the most popular flavors this year. They’re even offering a first look at next season’s new and limited-edition cake options. It was no easy feat to acquire some of the seasonal ingredients in preparation for tonight’s events. I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks, but I wanted to surprise you.”

You could tell from the outpour of information that Diavolo was excited about this. After all, Madam Scream’s success owed a good deal to Diavolo’s hard work to improve the Devildom (and also Beel’s stomach). It was impossible not to stare at him affectionately as he spoke.

“I was told by the host that they’ll be offering indignation cinnamon pudding cake. Apparently, you have pudding cake in the human world. It’s pudding and a cake in one dessert. Isn’t that delightful? We have to try some.”

You nodded. He looked so happy that you couldn’t focus on anything else – not even how you looked.

Diavolo led you to a secluded table off to the corner and encouraged you to sit while he went on a mission to retrieve the cake. Luckily, the awkwardness of sitting alone in a corner in an outfit you weren’t entirely comfortable in was interrupted by a familiar, grating chuckle.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite human.”

“Mephisto – my favorite,” you paused and stood to your feet, “I didn’t think this through.”

Mephisto took your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles playfully. “I suppose you can’t call me your favorite demon while you’re dating the magnificent Lord Diavolo himself.”

“I don’t think you’d let me say that even as a joke,” you teased. Mephisto was one of those people who – once you got to know him – found a way to distract you from whatever you were worrying about. Perhaps because he wasn’t one to sit in silence for long. He always had some conversation starter tucked away in his back pocket.

“I’m a journalist. I can’t just let you lie to my face without fact-checking you.”

“So professional.” You rolled your eyes and pulled out a chair for him, leaving one empty seat for Diavolo between the two of you.

Diavolo returned, and his arms were loaded with different cakes. Mephisto’s eyes widened. “You’re going all in today, my Lord.”

“Absolutely. I’m not passing up an opportunity to try a bunch of cake with my gorgeous lover.” Diavolo placed the cakes on the table with a surprising lack of trouble before he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Have you tried any of the cake yet, Mephisto?”

“Yes, my Lord. The best so far was a Demonus cheesecake. It was coated in a chocolate Demonus glaze – absolutely divine. You could tell they weren’t using the cheap stuff, either.”

“I don’t think I grabbed that one yet. I’ll have to try it, but first,” Diavolo paused to place a forkful of the pudding cake he was so excited about in front of your face, “say ‘ah’ please, my love.”

You complied. Sweetness hit your tongue, and with it, a sharp sting of shame. It was so easy to indulge Diavolo that you were letting him feed you cake in public – right in front of Mephisto, no less. And there was so much cake there. You covered your mouth as you chewed. It felt as if multiple demon nobles were staring at you.

“How is it?” Diavolo asked.

“It’s good,” you answered unenthusiastically.

Diavolo shrugged it off as a personal preference and took a bite for himself. “Good? This is amazing! I must ask Barbatos to try to recreate this back at the castle.”

“Go ahead and eat the rest, then.”

“Are you sure?”

“You looked so happy after that first bite; of course, I’m sure.” Diavolo didn’t hesitate to take another bite. And another.

“MC,” Mephisto chimed in, sliding a light blue cake towards you as Diavolo enjoyed his pudding cake. “Try this one: blue hell rose milk tea tiramisu. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“No, thank you.” You sensed even more judgmental eyes on you.

Diavolo pulled a glossy apple-shaped cake towards him and cut into it with a fork, revealing layers of spiced cake, caramelized apples, and mousse with vanilla bean specks. He brought the cake up to your lips as he had before. This time, you denied him.

“I’m not a fan of apples,” you lied.

Diavolo looked dejected and put the fork down. He grabbed another piece of cake and used the spare fork to bring this one to your lips. “What about this one? It’s black salted caramel cake topped with rainbow toffee bits. Isn’t that whimsical?”

You could hardly hear him through the feeling of demons staring at you. Something just snapped.

“I don’t want the damn cake!” you raised your voice and shot out of your seat. Mephisto and Diavolo stared at you, shocked and concerned. Embarrassed, you apologized and rushed out of the party and back to your and Diavolo’s shared room.

Diavolo stood up to go after you.

“Are you sure you want to leave, too? Maybe you should give her a chance to calm down before you intrude,” Mephisto offered his unsolicited advice.

“I have to go.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, I have to. She didn’t get the key from me.” Diavolo held out the room key for Mephisto to see and walked away. Before he left the venue, he quickly grabbed a slice of the cheesecake Mephisto had recommended. He spoke to himself: “I’m just going to bring this with me.”

Besides, he was the prince of the Devildom. Even if he wasn’t supposed to take the cake upstairs, who was going to stop him?

Diavolo found you sitting in front of the room with your head buried in your arms. He kneeled down next to you.

“Hey, my love,” he called out before he placed a firm hand on your shoulder, so worried that he’d frighten you if he just touched you without you knowing he was there.

“Can you please just open the door?” you asked without lifting your head. This was so embarrassing.

He unlocked the door, but you didn’t move. You didn’t want to look at him; you must seem so ridiculous. You imagined the confusion and pity in his eyes as he was staring down at you. Maybe he was regretting even bringing you along. He could have gone with anyone else and enjoyed his time and his cake without you being self-conscious and ruining his night.

“You can go back to the party.” Maybe Diavolo could salvage a bit of his night if he left you to sulk and feel bad about yourself from the comfort of your hotel room.

“I did all the mingling I needed to do. I’d like to stay – if you’ll let me.” When you looked up, Diavolo was offering you his free hand. You took his hand, and that was all he needed.

Once the door was shut, Diavolo sat down on the bed, placing his cheesecake on the coffee table nearby. He pat the spot next to him. “MC, what happened? Do you suddenly hate cake?”

“I didn’t want to eat the cake. I know some of those nobles were looking at me. If I ate the cake, they were going to think, ‘oh of course. That’s how she got like that. No wonder she doesn’t have a nice body like that incubus or like Maddi.’ It’s humiliating. And this outfit doesn’t help. I feel so exposed.”

Diavolo’s heart broke. You could see it in his eyes. His face was stern as he told you, “Your body is divine.”

“You have to think that. You already like me.”

“Does my opinion not matter?” He sounded so hurt.

“It does, but it’s not enough to feel confident when I step into a room. And it’s not enough to change my opinion.”

“You know, most demons won’t compliment you because no one would dare admit how gorgeous you are in front of me. Believe me, I’m not the only one who lusts after your body.”

Diavolo kissed your hand – his eyes burning. He kissed up your arm. “Mephisto relayed some of their comments in the past – he actually recorded them because he was too ashamed to repeat them. Would you like to know what they’ve said?”

Diavolo’s hot breath hit your neck, and you shivered. You didn’t believe that any random demon – especially not the types Mephisto typically associated with – would look at you like that. Part of you was curious, but Diavolo refused to wait for your curiosity to get the better of you. He straddled your lap, and leaned over you so he could whisper in your ear.

“‘I would let her crush me with those thighs just to get between them for a minute.’” Diavolo repeated the words of another demon so seductively. He continued with a mischievous smirk, “‘she could try to asphyxiate me with my tail, and I’d still try to smash.’ Even more depraved: ‘I would let her break off my horns and fuck me with them just to eat her out.’”

You shook your head. “Perverts.”

“They are demons after all.” Diavolo pulled back and stared down at you. “I know it won’t fix everything, but let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

“I don’t know. I have a lot I need to work on before I feel confident.”

“Please?” Diavolo begged. “Please. I want you so bad that I’m having trouble controlling myself.”

The realization hit. The dirty thoughts he had just repeated weren’t unlike the thoughts running through his own head. He started kissing your neck. With a low growl, his hot breath grazed your skin before he slowly sank to his knees and stared up at you, eyes pleading.

“Please, let me make you feel good.” The need in Diavolo’s eyes made the breath catch in your throat. You wanted him almost as much as he craved you – and the firm rubbing of his hands up and down your thighs wasn’t making you any less desperate for him.

“Can we dim the lights at least?” He could at least do you the favor of giving you something to hide behind.

“Please don’t make me. I want to see every inch of you clearly while I do this.” The affection in his voice was thick and heavy. You couldn’t deny him, even if you were nervous. Diavolo kissed up your clothed thighs. Even through the fabric, you could feel the warmth of his breath. Both of his hands squeezed the tops of your thighs. “Can I? Please?”

“Yes,” you agreed, swallowing any hesitation for him.

Diavolo rose and made quick work of stripping you down to your underwear (which had, fortunately for him, been picked out by Asmo). You looked so sexy. Diavolo took a minute to admire you. It made you feel anxious – as if he was appraising you. However, considering how much the sight of you turned him on, this was less appraisal and more awe. A content sigh left his lips before he leaned in, his body pressed against your chest. He quickly unhooked your bra, sliding one strap off your shoulder with his hand and pulling the other one down with his teeth.

Your shyness resurfaced, and you held the bra to your body, creating a larger space between you and Diavolo. He pouted and gently touched your forearm.

“Please don’t hide. I want to see all of your body.”

“Even if they aren’t –”

Diavolo didn’t even let you finish your sentence before his hands were on either side of your face and his lips were on yours. Despite his desperation, Diavolo made an effort to make the kiss gentle and slow. When he pulled away, you were so pacified that he got in the next words. “My love, they’re tits – your tits. I’m going to love them regardless. So, please show me.”

You hesitated, and Diavolo sighed. He removed his jacket and tie, tossing them on the floor, before he started to unbutton his shirt. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

“That’s hardly fair.” You held the fabric closer to your body. Diavolo was gorgeous and built.

“That’s true. You’re so much sexier when you’re shirtless than I am, but if showing you my body distracts you enough to let me see all of you, then I’m happy to feel like your eye candy for a bit. Besides, if you let me continue, I should probably be shirtless anyway. I want to make a mess of you.”

Maybe seeing how muscular Diavolo was didn’t help your self-esteem right now, but between his eagerness and that sexy offer, your horniness was winning. You put your arms down. Diavolo grinned.

“Thank you.” Diavolo repeated his gratitude between kisses down your sternum. He removed the bra completely and tossed it aside. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Diavolo nuzzled against you briefly before his tongue found one of your nipples. He swirled his tongue around you and sucked gently, savoring every reaction. You were so pretty like this that he could hardly wait to skip to dessert. The shiver up your spine felt contradictory to the heat of his mouth on you. Your hands snaked into his hair, scratching his scalp gently and earning a sweet moan against your skin. Diavolo swirled his tongue around you gently once more before he slowly pulled away. Teasingly, he blew on your saliva coated nipple. The gasp he pulled out of you was intoxicating.

He continued to kiss down your body as he slid back on his knees. As his hands busied themselves by massaging your thighs, Diavolo gently bit some of the fat on your stomach.

“Don’t,” you whined. The pleasure he was giving you still fought with your insecurity. “It’s embarrassing.”

Diavolo stared up at you in confusion, “why?”

“I have rolls, and you biting them only makes me more aware of them.”

“Most people have rolls. I have rolls, too. See, when I lean into you,” Diavolo made a point to get so close between your legs that his lips were practically touching the fabric of your panties as he spoke, “I have them too.”

You could only see them slightly from that angle – not to mention how hard it was to even think straight with his hot breath so close to you.

“I love your body – so much. Can’t you let your adoring boyfriend kiss and bite your stomach a little bit? It’s so cute and soft.” Those sad, pleading eyes had returned.

Damn this man. He could get away with anything. You nodded, and with a smile, Diavolo placed a kiss on your stomach. He then lowered himself back between your legs. As much as he wanted to dig in, he couldn’t resist marking up those thick thighs he adored so much. Occasionally, as he had done before, when Diavolo pulled away from your skin, he would blow on the residual saliva.

With your thighs marked to both of your satisfaction, Diavolo wanted to give you what he knew you were craving. He noticed the wet spot forming on the fabric. Although he wouldn’t admit it to avoid embarrassing you further, Diavolo could even smell your arousal – and it only made him want you more. He looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes again and begged, “can I, please?”

You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Tell me what you want from me. You can even be a little bossy about it.” Diavolo smiled shyly. He was so cute, you wanted to indulge him as much as you wanted him to indulge you.

“Eat me out, Diavolo,” you demanded, snaking your hand into his hair and gently tugging his head back so he was staring up at you. A small surge of power and confidence jolted through you.

Diavolo grinned and sighed contentedly. “You are so fucking hot.”

Diavolo used his teeth to drag your panties down to your knees before pulling them off with his hands. You could feel the urgency as they slid down your calves. Diavolo licked his lips – the only sign of admiration his desperate lust would afford him.

Wet noises filled the room as he alternated between gently licking your clit and lapping up your juices – occasionally twisting his tongue into you. He felt so good that you couldn’t resist grinding into him, which only made him chuckle – sending vibrations against you. He loved knowing that he was making you feel good. Diavolo flicked his tongue over you. Panting, eyes squeezed tight, and nearing your climax, your hands found Diavolo’s hair. You pulled him closer.

“You taste so good. Cum on my tongue, please,” Diavolo begged while licking you. “Use me.”

The waves of pleasure overcame you, and the way Diavolo’s eyes darted up to stare at you – clouded with lust and affection – pushed you over the edge. You fell back against the bed, biting your lip to muffle your moaning.

You expected Diavolo to stop, but he kept going with the same eagerness as before. It wasn’t long before you were writhing. Your back arched off the bed slightly as that attentive tongue of his pushed you into your second orgasm. This time, you couldn’t stifle your moans. Still, Diavolo didn’t stop. You whimpered and pulled on his hair – less gently this time.

“Wait,” you demanded. “It’s too much.”

A low growl emitted from Diavolo’s lips as he reluctantly pulled away. He could have stayed between your legs for hours. His disappointment was short-lived as he remembered something.

“Can you indulge me a bit more?” Diavolo rested his cheek against your thigh and stared up at you. “Pretty please?”

“How so?” You narrowed your eyes.

Diavolo stood up and grabbed the cake. Confused, you watched him lay down in bed on his back and set the plate of cake on his stomach. You weren’t getting it, and when you didn’t move from your spot at the edge of the bed, Diavolo sat up slightly on his elbows, still balancing the cake on his abdomen. He looked at you coyly before admitting, “I want you to sit on my face. Let me eat you out while you eat this cake, please?”

You were worried and hesitant, but he begged so well. No one else could make the prince of the Devildom beg like you.

“Mephisto said it was divine. Just enjoy your dessert while I enjoy mine.”

You really couldn’t deny him. And you weren’t as sensitive as you were a minute ago.

You got up and positioned yourself over Diavolo, nervously. He thanked you and pulled you closer by the thighs, bringing his lips right up to your pussy.

“I want to make you feel good, so don’t you dare hover.” For once, Diavolo was making demands of his own instead of begging you. But with how good his mouth felt, you couldn’t fault him for being pushy.

Somehow, the fork had stayed on the plate with the cake even with Diavolo’s movements. You took a small bite, savoring the taste. This time, when the sweetness hit your tongue, there was no guilt or shame to accompany it. It was all pleasure. Mephisto was right; the cake was delicious. But if he wanted divine, he should try it while getting eaten out. You rolled your hips against Diavolo’s face, and you could feel him smile against you. Gently, Diavolo drew a heart on the side of your thigh, his nail dragging slowly along your skin.

He was being so good to you that you wanted to reward him somehow. You swiped two fingers along the top of the cheesecake, coating your hands in the silky chocolate Demonus glaze. You drew a heart on Diavolo’s abs and leaned over to lick it off him, earning a deep moan that shook you to your core.

You managed another two bites before Diavolo pushed you over the edge again. Your legs were trembling, and you could hardly sit up anymore. Yet again, Diavolo didn’t stop. You were starting to feel overstimulated again.

“Diavolo,” you cautioned him breathlessly.

“Please, just one more?” Diavolo’s sweet pleas reverberated against you.

It felt too good. You couldn’t even lift the fork to your lips to try to eat, so you pushed the cake aside on the bed. As he inched you closer and closer, all you could do was lean over with your chest flush against him. You were so close to the massive bulge in his pants. Maybe you couldn’t even sit up, but you could reward some of Diavolo’s hard work. You rubbed his crotch, feeling how hard he was just from eating you out. His grip on your thighs tightened enthusiastically.

Your moaning hit a fever pitch as Diavolo made you cum once more. With any luck, your neighbors were still down at the party. Left a panting, twitching mess, you barely had the energy to move. While you tried to regain some strength, Diavolo gently licked you clean – sending aftershocks of pleasure up your already spent body. By the time he finished, you could hardly roll over and collapse on the bed next to him.

Pleased with his work, Diavolo chuckled and crawled over you. He kissed you so you could taste yourself on his lips. The taste of the cake was still in your mouth. When Diavolo pulled back he smiled at you. “Somehow, I still prefer your cake to anything else I’ve eaten all night.”

You were too exhausted to roll your eyes. Diavolo laid next to you and held your hand, rubbing circles over your knuckles.

“You are so beautiful.” He caressed your face.

At least for right now, you believed him.

#anon #ask #requests #f!mc #diavolo #spice tier #fem!mc #obey me #diavolo smut #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo x mc #can anyone tell by now how much I love to cook just by how often I include really specific food in my fic #now to see if I can write all of Mammon's june fic at the last minute #Also sorry to complain in the tags but writing smut is so difficult when bad brain kills any horniness you can harvest for a week

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

Taffeta

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18 year-olds MC and Ominis are called upon for a fancy dinner with members of the Ministry of Magic to discuss MC's abilities with ancient magic and how they might serve the Ministry. But the party has devolved into another networking event for stuffy officials. The two run off for a much-needed moment alone to blow off some steam.

Ominis x fem!MC

NSFW—sexual content

Smutty stuff here; Ominis leans into his carnal side. Dirty talk, fingering and oral ensue

Word count: 4,066

A/N: just a fun self-imposed challenge to write nsfw outside my normal fare. There are a few minor historical inaccuracies for the sake of a good, saucy story. Hopefully nobody even notices, but if you do, just... ignore them please lol :')

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It felt as if this Ministry of Magic dinner would never end. Ministry officials ingratiating themselves to one another, despite this function not even being about them, was dreadful to watch, and MC had had enough. She had only graduated from Hogwarts a year prior, and already her abilities with ancient magic were being recognized outside of the school. She suspected it had all started with Professor Black attempting to garner Ministry favor by taking credit for raising up such a prodigious student, but where matters started and ended in this perplexing network of magical politics was a complete mystery to MC. She wanted desperately to put this ancient magic business behind her after all she had endured defeating Ranrok and his followers—and because she wanted to focus more of her attention on her beloved young man.

MC had invited Ominis Gaunt to this dinner as her escort, mostly in an attempt to maintain her sanity. Ominis knew what he was getting himself into when he accepted, having extensive experience with such dinners as a child growing up in the House of Gaunt. The family had done all they could to maintain their connections as the house's fortune slipped away, Ominis being among the youngest to be trained in the art of overlong dinner events. This particular dinner had been going on for four hours, and with no end in sight, even Ominis was growing quite restless and frustrated sitting politely at the huge dining room table, old men and women four, some five or six, times their age prattling on without paying them any mind.

"Surely that man knows he's had a few too many fire whiskies," MC whispered to Ominis, who stifled a laugh as MC narrated to her blind sweetheart the disastrous scene before her: a low-ranking official was drunkenly stumbling his way through a drawn-out and unamusing joke to some higher-ups, his only accomplishment being embarrassing himself.

"If I ever turn into a pitiful and horrific Ministry beast like that," Ominis whispered with a wry smile, "please do the humane thing and leave me for some basilisk to find."

"Mr. Gaunt," she muttered back in mock horror, "are you suggesting a basilisk's gaze would be preferable to an evening of wearing uncomfortable clothing and being treated to incomprehensible jokes?"

Ominis chuckled and placed a hand on MC's lap from under the table. "I must admit, I am rather saddened that your dress has been causing you discomfort all evening. Even just with my wand and my touch, I can tell you are simply ravishing in it."

MC blushed a deep crimson. While she did enjoy how the dress looked, pastel pink taffeta with flower designs running along the hem and bodice with short lacy sleeves adorning the square neck and shoulder line, it was terribly itchy and stiff. Her corset was particularly restrictive, and her hair was also done up in a bun that was quite pretty, but had pins and flower ornaments that irritated her scalp. She hoped Ominis was faring better in his handsome black formal jacket and neatly pressed trousers. What MC truly wanted in that moment was to go back home and draw up a hot bath. Her mind was in full walkabout, pondering what she might do with a few moments alone with Ominis after this hypothetical bath, away from the ever-watchful eyes of her handmaids.

Ominis rose from his seat next to her. He gently took her silk-gloved hand and beckoned her to join him. "I need some air," he groaned. "This is simply too much, and I have the impression that none of these partygoers will miss their supposed guest of honor."

MC laughed in agreement, and with MC on Ominis' arm, the two strolled out into the night air in the gardens just beyond the dining room.

MC was not entirely sure whose house this was. She could have sworn that at least three different names were given to her when she asked various attendees, and she wondered if anyone else really knew, either. Whoever the owner, their taste in parties might have been lacking but their taste in gardens was exquisite. The gardens seemed to stretch on endlessly, and MC began to wonder if they had been enchanted to do just that. The two walked past burbling fountains, topiaries of all manner of magical beasts, the most perfect hedges she had ever seen, and impossibly intricate marble statues of wizards and witches.

MC and Ominis felt at liberty to make bawdy jokes at the expense of the officials as they wandered deeper into the peaceful night. "Do you suppose they're even interested in offering you a job, or are they just proud of themselves for stringing us along this far?" Ominis groused as their laughter faded.

"At this point, I wonder if everyone assumed someone else would be in charge of that task," MC sighed. "I must admit—I was hoping that throwing your name around would at least scare them into doing something, even if I don't want to work for them, but it appears that even Slytherin's heir couldn't get some of these men to care about anything except their own political onanism."

Ominis snorted, always delighted at hearing the out of pocket things his otherwise proper and feminine beloved said when they were alone. "It was worth a try," he smiled.

MC had gone from holding Ominis' arm to holding his hand, which she always preferred, and she felt his hand constantly brushing the skirt of her dress. She smiled, wondering if his mind had also begun wandering.

The two found themselves in a quiet part of the gardens, the crickets dully thrumming as they breathed in the scent of flowers and carefully manicured greenery. They seated themselves on a hidden stone bench some ways off the path to take in the peaceful ambience. MC sat with her knee touching Ominis' as she chastely placed a hand on the space between them for him to hold. He eagerly took the opportunity and laced their fingers together. "This is a lovely place, but I wish I didn't have to attend these stuffy events," MC sighed.

"I'm thankful they at least they afford us moments like this," Ominis murmured. MC realized that he was, once again, fully engrossed in her dress. He had been seemingly obsessed all evening. From the moment they departed for the party, he had been commenting on it or finding opportune moments to touch the skirt and its soft, shiny material. She wasn't sure exactly what it was about this dress that made it different from the other pieces of evening wear she owned, but he was presently enjoying the sensation of the taffeta under his fingers and had begun tracing the neckline of her dress with his other hand. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead—a kiss that felt hot and restrained. "Merlin, how you're beautiful tonight," he whispered.

"Three sickles I know what's on your mind," she smirked. He didn't respond, and before she could open her mouth to ask why, he had straddled the bench, put his arm around her lower back and roughly pulled her towards him. A small squeak left her mouth, which was almost instantly muted by a kiss. Ominis began trailing firm kisses down her neck, accompanied by quiet moans echoing in his throat. "How dare they keep you from me," Ominis muttered, deep and amorous. She had never seen him so aggressive, but she was fascinated and couldn't help but want more.

"I'm upset that I had to spend so many hours this evening being prim and proper, waiting for any opportunity to get away with you—all while you teased me in that pretty dress," he complained. She reached a hand up to soothingly hold the side of his face, but he smiled against her neck and grabbed her wrist, keeping her hand firmly away.

MC let a moan escape her lips. While she was typically vigilant for other people who might see or hear them, she cared very little at this point. Her frustrations had worn her nerves to the quick, and Ominis clearly felt the same way. She desperately needed some quality time with him to make up for the dreadful evening.

Ominis decided that she still was not close enough to him, and quickly pulled her into a deep kiss. Her dainty breasts pushed against his chest, and he sighed sharply. He ran both of his hands down MC's sides, his fingers dancing along her hips. "You're positively intoxicating," he breathed through ragged breaths. “And I am so very frustrated that I can do relatively little about it." His hands moved to her thighs before he stopped. Although his irises rarely moved or betrayed emotion, MC could tell by looking at them that he was deep in thought, deciding his next move. After a moment, he took off his jacket and folded it neatly behind MC.

"Ominis, what are you—" MC wasn't able to finish her thought before Ominis laid her back with her head resting on his jacket, pushing her legs apart so one rested on either side of the bench.

"Hush," Ominis growled, pushing his legs slightly underneath hers and pressing himself down on her with a hand to the side of her face. His command sent a wave of heat through her entire body, and she felt his growing erection pressed deliciously against her core.

Ominis dragged his lips down to her collarbone and took hold of her hips, slowly rubbing them as he rolled his own hips languidly against her a few times. She cried out softly before Ominis leaned closer to her ear. "Louder," he ordered. "I don't care if anyone hears us. I am fed up and I need you. I need to hear and feel you."

Liquid fire spread through her entire abdomen, and MC was quite certain she was thoroughly soaked. He rolled his hips once more, and she cried out with no reservation, his name rolling off her tongue. Appearing satisfied, Ominis moved on to the next part of whatever scheme was on his mind. He reached a hand up and underneath her dress, and ran a hand along the bare skin of her thigh.

MC wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered. She tried to move her hips just enough to encourage him to keep his hand moving, but he didn't budge.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do," he murmured. "I want to hear you say it.”

MC began to protest, but was cut short by another kiss. "No excuses, little hummingbird," he growled again. "Say it."

Her cheeks flushed the deepest red. "I want you... to pleasure me," she murmured in his ear. The rush of saying it out loud was intoxicating.

"And how might I do that?" he purred, his hand beginning to move at an excruciatingly slow rate towards her core. MC moaned, partly out of frustration, and partly at the thrill of it all.

"Ominis," she breathed, feeling bolder as the seconds passed. "Please... your fingers, I want them inside me." Her confidence was building, and she was determined to turn this night around. She closed her eyes and savored her memories of the most recent time they had gotten away with doing things they shouldn't have been doing: they had snuck away after a formal courtship dinner at her home, and after they were sure they were alone in a disused room, she had practically melted on his hand. "I... also need you to rub my clit. Long, slow circles. Just the way I like it."

Ominis got a hungry look in his eyes. “Good girl,” he murmured in her ear, hot and needy breath fanning across it and sending yet more fire through her abdomen. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He slid his hand upwards until he could feel how wet she was, and he couldn't help but smirk. “My my, someone is quite excited." His fingers slid easily over her entire core, and her hips moved to help. He frowned and placed his other hand firmly on her hips. “None of that now,” he scolded. “Unless you want me to stop.”

MC merely whimpered in agreement as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying with every fiber of her being not to move.

“I want to hear every single moan and sigh,” Ominis purred as his fingers lazily swirled around the exterior of her slick core.

"Anything for you, Ominis," she breathed. "Just keep going, please."

He chuckled, soft breath hitting MC's ear, and plunged two slender fingers inside her. The palm of his hand was almost hot over the rest of her core, and he slowly moved his palm in large circles as she requested. MC groaned long and deep as she resisted bucking her hips. This was the most pleasurable torture, and Ominis was clearly enjoying inflicting it. He held her there for a moment, slowly crossing his fingers back and forth inside her as he felt her walls around him occasionally pulse uncontrollably. From outside, he shifted his palm away to let his thumb swept slowly across one of his favorite spots on her body. He leaned in close again, gently nibbling at her ear. “Your cute little clit is so swollen and sensitive, isn’t it? When was the last time you even pleasured yourself?”

MC considered if she would let question hang, but thought better of it after seeing the utter delight he was getting from talking dirty to her. “It—mmh—has to have been… perhaps a week now,” she gasped, still fighting her body to keep it from helping his hand. “Please,” she whimpered without thinking.

Ominis tutted. “Oh, you poor thing, that is entirely too long a time.” His fingers slowly began moving in and out, and she exhaled sharply. “Tell me exactly what you did. I’m feeling rather jealous of those pretty little fingers of yours right now, and I want to know what they did without me,” he hissed.

MC whimpered again, fearing she might move her hands to help him before she could catch herself. “I…” she nervously gulped, hesitating.

“Yes?” Ominis asked expectantly. “Every detail, my little hummingbird.”

“I… it started when I was lying in bed. I was thinking of you,” she panted. “I couldn’t sleep, I missed you too greatly. I... began running a finger up and down my clit."

As she spoke, she felt him imitating what she was describing. He had taken his index finger out from inside her and did exactly what she had done the week previous. She shuddered with pleasure and continued, finding the task easier as she went. “Then—mmh—I felt myself getting wet. I slid a finger inside myself—yes, just like that—"

Ominis once again followed along, his large, warm hand heating her entire body. It felt as if electricity was gently buzzing throughout her entire abdomen, now, and she needed release desperately.

“I… I also did what you like to do: I rubbed my clit between my thumb and finger. It reminded me of you, and—aah, yes…” MC bit her bottom lip, orgasm so tantalizingly close. Her heart felt as if it might burst from beating so fast. Every time his hand moved, the cool night air kissed her core; it was irresistible.

“I kept going, just like that, imagining your kisses along my neck until—” Ominis had barely planted the first kiss on her neck when her back arched and she nearly screamed his name, her entire body shuddering beneath him. He kept steady pressure on her and dragged his lips up and down her neck until she had ridden out her climax, and she gazed up at him with a relaxed smile, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He gently felt her face for her smile with his other hand, and a look of smug satisfaction came over him.

“You make the prettiest sounds," he purred. "It seems as if I did far better than your fingers."

"Oh, Ominis, you absolutely did. I only wish you were with me every time so I would never need to use them again," she smirked, watching Ominis' attention falter and his commanding air momentarily slip as he got lost in that idea.

Eventually, he came back to reality and sighed sharply. “Well, it seems as if this is the perfect moment for you to help me, now." Ominis sat back, helping MC back upright, and began unbuttoning his trousers. An idea crossed her mind as he did so, and with a sudden rush of boldness, she placed a hand on one of his. “Now it's my turn: I want to know what you think about when you pleasure yourself without me," she murmured as she slowly leaned in next to his ear.

Ominis slowed, savoring her words. “Well, of course I think about you,” he replied. His voice was smooth, but there was color rising in his slender cheeks.

“Tell me more,” MC murmured with a dangerous glint in her eye, “and perhaps you’ll get some help with your current situation."

Ominis sighed. He was slightly annoyed at first, but his own game was quickly growing on him. “As you wish, my darling.” He finally undid his trousers, and his cock now stood tall before her, occasionally twitching impatiently. Ominis frowned after a moment, realizing MC was going to make him work even for the first touch.

"Very well," he sighed. He refused to let his bravado fail now, but he was quickly realizing what MC learned: saying it all out loud was quite difficult—and his struggles with it were inevitably going to goad his lover into further teasing him. "I... like to remember the way your skin feels beneath my fingers. And your soft moans. Merlin, the sounds you make in the throes of pleasure," he sighed. "And... I imagine how your pretty breasts might feel under my hands—how you might feel as I have you bent over a table with my cock buried inside you."

When he still felt nothing from her, he grew nervous and tilted his head. "MC? Was... was that too much?"

MC had been sitting, enraptured by her mental images of him lying in the middle of a large bed, his bare, pale body standing out in stark contrast to dark sheets as one arm laid over his face with his other hand around his erection, shuddering with pleasure and moaning MC's name. She shook her head slightly and drew herself back to the present moment. "Not too much at all, darling," she flirted. "Such a good imagination you have, too. I only hope that, someday, we may make that a reality." She voice had lowered until she was nearly whispering in his ear. "Now, tell me how you do it when you're lying there by yourself; how exactly you use these beautiful hands of yours to pleasure yourself." She ran a hand up his thigh, stopping just short of where he wanted, eliciting something between a sigh and a growl from him. He reached for his erection, and MC stopped him. "You can only tell me, my dear. No fair doing this yourself."

"I had no idea you were such a little tease. But I'll be remembering this," Ominis smirked. He then sighed heavily and leaned back on his arms, a deep blush once again washing over his delicate features. "I like to start with gentle touches. Those are—" he was overcome by a whimper, eyes squeezing shut as MC ran a single finger up the underside of his cock. He had no idea know how long he would last like this.

"What next?" MC whispered as she pressed herself closer, not letting him recover.

"Wrap your hand around my cock—gently," he panted. She beamed as she watched his boldness melt away under her touch, reaching a thumb up to gently massage the underside of his tip. He gasped again, throwing his head back. "That feels... Merlin..."

"Don't get too distracted yet," she cooed. "Surely there's more."

"Y-yes, please... move the skin up and down—just like that." Ominis was now almost breathless, moaning MC's name. Before he could give further direction, MC leaned down and pressed her lips to his tip. He nearly shouted her name and gripped her hair on the back of her head. She looked up at him to see that his head was lolled to the side, eyebrows knitted together and half-lidded, unseeing eyes languidly gazing into nothing in pleasure. His perfect lips were parted slightly as he panted.

MC slid her lips further over the tip of his aching erection, listening to his cries and teasingly resisting his hand's pushes.

"MC... Merlin, please..." His chest was heaving, and he gripped her hair tighter.

MC slid her mouth off, his pathetic whine causing a smile to spread across her face, and began kissing up and down the underside of his cock, gently sucking at the skin and running her tongue along every little vein and outline she could find.

When she decided she had teased him sufficiently, MC returned to Ominis' tip. She gently cleaned up the precum that was dripping from his cock with her soft tongue, delighting in his incomprehensible muttering, and slid her lips back over his tip and down further.

Another cry escaped Ominis' lips, and his hips bucked, hitting MC in the back of the throat. Tears stung at her eyes, but her mouth remained firmly around him, hot breath rushing over his excruciatingly sensitive skin. She started bobbing her head up and down, slowly at first but picking up speed. Ominis' fingers wove themselves further through her hair and gripped harder as he doubled over.

"I... don't know how long I can last," he panted. "Your mouth... Merlin..."

MC took her mouth away just long enough to give him one final order. "I want to hear everything you say when you climax by yourself. I want to hear what it's like," she smiled mischievously. Ominis quickly agreed, his hand trying desperately to get her mouth back on his cock.

MC followed the pushes of his hand, delighting in the violent push he gave the moment her lips had enveloped his tip again.

MC had moved her head up and down a few more times before she felt his cock pulsing and Ominis' voice died to a quiet whimper. A second later, his hot seed spilled down her throat as he cried out. "Fuck! MC... ohh, fuck, my little hummingbird..." his speech devolved to animalistic groans as his body convulsed, and he thrust against her mouth a few more times, the last few bursts of seed escaping into MC's mouth before he finally relaxed. His grip on MC's hair loosened, and she released his softening cock, savoring his taste on her lips and moving up to kiss him.

"Are you feeling better?" MC murmured. "I don't recall ever hearing you utter a single harsh word before now. It must have been quite good."

Ominis leaned into her kiss, hands placed gently on her hips, and he groaned regretfully against her mouth. MC giggled and kissed him again on the cheek. "Please. We've been in love for three years now. I think it's all right if your manners aren't perfect at all times."

"Considering what we just did in the garden of a stranger whose name we still don't know—and likely never will—you have a point," Ominis laughed as he made himself presentable again. "But yes," he continued after putting his jacket back on, "that was simply indescribable."

"It was the most fun I've had in a long while," MC sighed, leaning against Ominis and resting her head on his shoulder. "I really ought to find a way to bring out that side of you more often. It almost makes these parties worth the trouble... Almost." MC rolled her eyes.

"I am quite sure we could find other ways to get some time alone together," Ominis replied, weariness in his voice. "I don't know if I could tolerate any more of those officials."

"Perhaps another dinner is in order," MC pondered. "Maybe next week?"

"I think I would like that very much," Ominis replied with a sly smile. "I do hope you'll wear that dress again, too."

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x mc #ominis x oc #fem!MC #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis smut #ominis gaunt smut #Isabel Greymoore

[nagidonburi]

kafka is HOT.

#star rail #kafka #trailblazer #fem!MC #i'm always drawn into this kind of character im so sorry i'm this cheap #i play too many gacha games someone pls stop me #nagiworks

[technically-ghostly-collection]

I said I’d be writing a Miguel O’Hara fan fiction. This is my first time actually posting a fan fic. It’s a slow burn, a brief summary is you’re a journalist in Nueva York. And your saved by the one and only Spiderman 2099.

If this does well I’ll post part two, I’ve already finished writing this fan fic in Google Docs and it does get smutty so I’ll be sure to disclose that if, again, this does well.

Part one | Part two | Part three

TW: Action Sequence, Violent Crime, Weapons, and Retaliation

Word count: 1,371

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When you published that article against Alcamex and their unethical working conditions and practices you didn’t expect that you’d get your ass handed to you for it. Or that you’d meet the one and only spiderman because of it. Fidgeting and squirming in your seat as your publisher agonizes over your article. You watch their eyes skimming over the screen. “So… what’s the verdict?” you ask anxiously.

“Well I think it’s fantastic, well written, academic. This is probably the best thing you’ve written yet” they look up over their glasses at you. “However, I hope you’re ready for the repercussions that will come from this. This will put a target on your back and you need to be prepared for that.”

You laugh a bit, sweat starting to make your collar damp. “I think I’ll be fine, what are they gonna do? Threaten me? Sue me? I’m the best journalist in Nueva York. There would be too much media coverage if they did anything to me.”

“Can you be sure of that?”

Weeks later and those words are still echoing in your mind as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering if it really was worth it in the end. As predicted those death threats came through but surprisingly there hasn’t been any legal action taken against you. The worst part is that’s what you’re most anxious about, ‘why hasn’t mr. Stone taken action yet’ you think to yourself.

Eventually after rolling your anxieties through your mind a few more times you slip into a restless sleep. Tossing and turning for a few hours before you hear something on the fire escape, eyes flying open the sudden noise shocking your system. At first you think it’s nothing, your downstairs neighbor uses the fire escape more often then you’d like but in an apartment complex can you really have peace? You try to roll over and go back to sleep when the sound of your window creaking open makes you sit up. Your heart rate rises and you can feel your breath quicken, you wait a few moments before hearing the window slide back in place.

‘Oh god I’m gonna die’ you think to yourself. In a panic you reach for the bat you keep beside your bed and slip a sock on the thicker end in case the intruder catches it. You slowly creep towards your door frame and tuck away in your closet, trying to take deep breaths to calm your heart. ‘Please just be a really smart racoon or possum or something’.

Your breath hitches as the door starts to slowly creaking open, eyes widening as you see a masked person creep in holding a gun. You swallow hard and wait for them to be fully in the room before jumping out and swinging at the intruder's head. Luckily for you, your sock trick has been successful, you don’t have enough time to figure out how they turned and caught the bat so quickly before you take another swing at their chest this time. You land a nice wack to their right side and watch the gun drop, kicking it across the room. You drop the bat before jumping onto the intruder as they scramble for the gun despite their new injury.

What you didn’t anticipate is that the intruder would have a friend come along with them, you feel hands grab your sides and gasp as you’re pried off your original target and tossed to the ground. You scramble to your feet and manage to dodge a punch before intruder number two lands a punch to your ribs. You gasp and grit your teeth, swinging at their head before hearing a gunshot ring out and feeling the skin on your side rip. You scream out and hold your side, luckily it just side swiped you, the adrenaline is keeping you going as you rush to the kitchen to get a knife or some other weapon. You dive behind the counter as more gunshots ring out, you can hear the wood slipping as the bullets claw through the island counter.

You wait for the gunshots to cease before grabbing the knife block, quickly ducking again and grabbing the giant chef's knife. ‘I’m so glad I sharpened these’ you think to yourself, trying to peek through the bullet holes at your attackers. You feel one of the aspiring murders grab your hair before you see them, scream out as they drag you around the counter and toss you across the room. You try to reorient yourself and get a grasp of your surroundings, the room is pitch black and all you can do is hold the knife close to your body, ready to be used.

“Who the fuck are you?! What do you want from me?!” you yell out, your eyes finally start to adjust and you see one of your attackers start to charge you. You slash the knife wildly and manage to catch their chest, you hear them scream out before they slap the knife out of your hand. You try to dive for it but the intruder grabs your arm and drags you back. “Get the fuck away from me! Get off me!”

In a panic you pull against the intruder and manage to bite his hand, your mouth filling with a metallic taste as he yells out again and punches you right in the nose. You’re instantly crying from the impact, hearing a sickening crack as your nose starts to spill blood down your face. Before you can think, you feel a gun press to your forehead and you start shaking.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was accepting your fate but you find yourself glaring up at your attackers, giving them a challenging look.

“Fucking shoot you coward” you grit out.

You close your eyes, anticipating the bullet to crash through you before hearing one of the intruders shout and the gun being removed from your forehead. Your eyes shoot open and you can see the man’s hand wrapped in glowing red rope, the glass from the window scattered across the floor as a man climbs through. All you can do is watch as the new contender kicks the original intruder and starts wrapping them in the ropes.

You feel pain enveloping your head again and scream out as the second intruder grabs your hair and pulls you up, getting you in a choke hold and holding you to his chest.

“Don’t come a step closer spiderman! Or I’ll kill the snake!” he shouts as he flexes his arm, making you gag and gasp for air.

There’s no fucking way spiderman is in your living room right now, then again, you hardly expected to be held hostage by an unknown intruder. You try to pull his arm away from your throat, refusing to give up and try to bite his arm before he covers your mouth with a gloved hand. You can feel his fingertips dig into your face and start crying more as his thumb presses against your freshly broken nose.

You watch spiderman pause, assessing the situation. You start to feel light headed as the oxygen is drained out of your lungs, clawing desperately at the intruder’s arm before feeling him suddenly release his grip on you. Gasping for air you fall to the ground and cough, swallowing as much oxygen as possible, at this point you could care less about the intruders, you’re just happy you’re alive.

You hear a scream ring out behind you and a body drop, you scramble away from the noise and turn around and watch spiderman wiping some blood off his lips, your former attacker laying at his feet and deathly still. He quickly pulls his mask back down as if you could see his features through the darkness before dragging the intruders to the window.

“T-thank you” you cough out, your throat and lungs now sore from the lack of air. The spider-man nods, not even saying a word before he grabs the two intruders and tosses them onto the fire escape. He turns back to look at you one last time before climbing out and dragging the intruders off with him.

#miguel o’hara #fanfic #slow burn #miguel o’hara x reader #nonbinary #fem!mc #they lean on the fem side #it’s gonna be a doozy #action #violent crime #there’sanactionsequence #this is my first fanfic #across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #this turns into smut I promise

[captainjacklyn]

Can i request a headcanon on what dire crowley thinks when he found out that mc is a girl?

Sure thing my friend !

Warning(s) : mc is female so use of female pronouns, cursing because this post is mostly crack

Pairing : no pairing, Crowley is seen as a shitty headmaster or father figure if you want to fuck birds go look somewhere else.

Crowley finds out that Mc is a girl :

I-

...

How-

...

Wha-

....

*confused old bird noises*

"Mc may I talk to you ?"

"w h a t"

"first of all-

UH ?

#crowley twst #writer #twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst yuu #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst meme #female reader #female character #fem!mc #twst x yuu #twst x reader #twst x y/n #twisted wonderland crowley #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x yuu

[inkly-heart]

#delivery guy #oc #dg #fem!mc #br<3ken colors

[minteyeddevil]

Prompt: “Are you really sure you want to do this?”

Simeon x Fem!Reader, Smut

(Fair warning, unprotected sex emphasized in this one!)

“Are you really sure you want to do this?”

You take a deep breath through your nose, and exhale out of your mouth, than give him a confirming nod.

“Yes. As long as it’s with you, than yes.”

You visibly see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows his nerves, and gives you a nod in return.

Things had been getting hot and heavy between the two of you, when the night was simply only going to be cuddling on the couch and watching movies. A teasing kiss here, and a nip of the neck there; you found yourself pinned beneath Simeon on the couch, his mouth hungrily seeking yours. He made quick work of your jeans and blouse, leaving you in your underwear before making to remove his own coat, leaving him in just his slacks before he paused.

“Let me run to my room real quick,” he motioned behind him, a soft blush dusting his cheeks, “I should have...um...protection. Solomon may have...offered it to me before tonight.”

You giggled at the mention of the sorcerer knowing his angel friend well; given your previous escapades with each other. But before he could move away from you, you locked your legs behind him, pulling him back in place. He looked at you with confusion and worry clear on his features, and you gnawed on the inside of your cheek for a moment before finally speaking.

“I-I want to try with…without protection, this time,” you mumbled almost shyly; you and Simeon were not new to this form of intimacy, though you always took every precaution you could. But, you couldn’t help the curiosity eating at the back of your mind. Besides, you were on the pill, diligently monitoring your schedule, so one time couldn’t hurt too much, could it?

He agreed rather quickly, but still asked over and over if you were completely sure you wanted to go through with this. When he was nestled between your thighs, lips sealed to yours and your fingers locked into thick, dark hair, however, he didn’t hesitate anymore.

His cock nestled against your folds and he rutted his hips slowly, a low groan leaving his throat as he broke the kiss for a moment to look down between your bodies. “Lord above, MC,” he mumbled, “it already feels so good and I haven’t even entered you yet.”

You flushed at his words, giggling softly as you angled your hips a bit, his tip making contact with your needy clit. “It really does feel good, Simeon,” you sighed, but keened slightly when he continued to just press his cock against you instead of entering you.

“Though it would feel a million times better if you just fucked me already.”

He gave you quite the cocky smirk of his before gripping your thighs and pressing them against your chest as he lined himself up.

“Such a naughty mouth you have there, MC. But I must admit, I am just as eager...”

He pressed into you hard, bottoming out before pulling back just half way and slamming right back into you. The action made him pause, and you could feel his cock twitch against your inner walls, making you shake with need.

“Oh my,” he breathed out shakily, “that might feel a little too good. Almost made me cum right there.”

“Isn’t that the-the point,” you huffed, trying to roll your hips against him to take him in deeper.

“Well I want to make you reach it first, my angel,” he teased, his fingers spreading your folds as his thumb worked your clit.

Your hips bucked, everything inside you feeling hot and wet along his cock, and you bit your lip to hold in the loud moans threatening to escape. He soon found a shallow pace in time with your bucks, and feeling his bare tip brush against your cervix was far too much for you to stand.

“S-Simeon! I’m cumming, Simeon!”

Your nails sank into his biceps as you rode out your orgasm, head pressed back against the cushion of the couch. His pace shifted into a relentless speed, the over-stimulation making your mouth hang open in a silent gasp. Your walls clenched and convulsed against his cock, making a slew of curses fall from his usually angelic lips as his thrusts began sporadic and smaller until he hilted inside you, making you gasp out loud at the sudden heat in your middle.

You could feel his cum warming your insides, and you hummed softly at the sensation, letting yourself collapse against the couch cushions as he stayed panting above you, still pressed deeply inside you. He made to move slowly, eyes trained on where your bodies were connected once more, and you could see them widen slightly when his cum oozed out of you and down along your folds.

“I honestly hate to admit this, MC, but I could get used to doing this with you more often,” he chuckled, shifting to be above you once more as he leaned down to kiss you, groaning deeply against your mouth as your fingernails raked along his scalp.

“Hmm, don’t count on it,” you teased, pulling him to lay on top of you, and he growled in response, pulling you taut against him, nestling himself between your thighs once more.

“Are you sure about that? You wouldn’t grant me even the tiniest wish to do it again?”

You let out a small gasp when you felt that he was hard once more, slowly pushing into you.

Needless to say, Simeon got his way in the end.

#obey me nsft #obey me shall we date nsft #simeon x fem!reader #simeon x fem!mc #fem!reader #fem!mc #fanfiction #unprotected sex tw

[koemiii]

AYATO’S PRETTY KOUHAI!!

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

SUMMARY;;Celestia knows why the popular, well-loved Kamisato senpai seems to be attatched to you, a non-student council ordinary student.

NOTES;;Some senpai!Ayato because why not😋😋 fem!reader, slight corruption kink, slight(? darcyphilla, bimbo!reader , perv!ayato maybe?, idk what to add im lazy

Senpai!Ayato who's always flashing a smile to whoever's talking to him. He's the most nicest senpai you've ever met!! Not like those older boys in his grade calling you some nicknames only your mommy and daddy calls you. Thinking back at the first day you met him, about him saving you from one of those embarrassing situations. You smile fondly at that.

Senpai!Ayato who arrived into your classroom afterschool just when the boys in his grade were about to harass you. He scolds and fended them off, angrily. Telling them to shoo away as this was inappropriate. They shouldn't touch what's not theirs.

Senpai!Ayato who then turned back to look at your shaking, teary-eyed figure. He kneeled down making his view met yours. He sees fear in your pretty hues. A sick part of him feels...aroused. After seeing your senpai come and save you, you no longer keep the sobs up.

Senpai!Ayato who lets you hug him. Comforting you while whispering reassuring words to you. Muttering 'thank you's to him as he gently pat your head, letting you feel so comfortable around him. To be unknownst to you, a tent in his pants forming. Your breasts pressing against his chest is a big turn on.

Senpai!Ayato who suddenly pops out of nowhere as the school dismissal bell rings. He's helping you with your Maths every Fridays at his place, walking you to his Inazuma structured house. He's lucky that you didn't caught him red-handed everytime when wind blows, the winds lifting up your skirt just enough to let him see your cute little panties and your bare ass. As you turn your head to him and saw his smiling state, asking him what's wrong. He just shakes it off, telling you it's nothing.

Senpai!Ayato who's one of your closest friends, you think as he's currently busy at the kitchen preparing snacks that Thoma made beforehand. It's Friday today and he volunteered to teach you Maths after seeing your failed test and knew he's gona help you with that. He once got a full mark on Maths test! He's sure he can help you. Sitting back beside you, starting to teach you your maths. He's just so perfect in your eyes, a straight As student, rich, good-looking, nice, and even the chairman of the student council. No wonder everyone looks up to him.

Senpai!Ayato who 'carelessly' dropped the pen he's holding. It's rolling towards your side and you are to pick up the pen! Getting out of your seat and bending down. He's getting another glimpse of what's under your skirt. He's drooling at the sight of your clothed pussy, fantasizing about how you feel if you were around him everynight and just now.

Senpai!Ayato whose fantasies' no longer merely a fantasy. Sitting you on his lap, his slender fingers pushing you more onto his crotch area, letting your ass gently brush through his erected cock, as he continues to teach you maths like nothing has happened.

Senpai!Ayato who claims that he deserves a reward from you for his teaching. Look, your grades are jumping rapidly after the tutoring lessons he gave you!! See, doesn't he deserve a reward from you after you scored an A minus from the hardest chapter test? Taking a 5-minute break from maths, his hands sliding under your uniform top, playing with the hem of your laced bra.

Senpai!Ayato who chuckles at your innocent replies, you don't have money to pay him as his reward for the tutoring lessons he gave you, oh no!! What should you do?! Doe eyes looking up at his more bigger figure, not knowing what to do. Senpai who suggests another form of paying him back, his hands unclasping the clip of your bra. You still don't have a clue on whats he's doing seemingly.

Senpai!Ayato who's quick to think of an excuse when you tell him what your mommy and daddy told you before. Not letting strangers touch your clothed body parts! But senpai's doing it now...what should you do? But you trust senpai so, so much! He replies in a slow and gentle tone, as if he didn't want to scare you. He tells you that your mommy and daddy only told you not to let strangers touch you and now you think he's a stranger? His tone lower from a few octaves, hinting you that he's kind of disappointed unintentionally in your brain, and silly little you actaully believes it with no other concerns!!

Senpai!Ayato who finally got his hands on your bare skin, exploring every inch of it, stripping you bare all for him to devour and left no places untouched. From your boobs to your pussy, he has all touched it. You asked him what he was doing and the replies you get are always ''what he deserved''. It feels really weird! Like a mix of pain and pleasure, you tell him. He just smirks at the remark, continuing to suck at your nipple and playing with the another one. It feels so good tho...?

Senpai!Ayato who can't wait anymore, thick shaft entering your virgin hole. You gasped immediately. You don't know what's 'make love' nor 'sex', you tell him. He's surprised and asked you if you have ever touched or had been touched...there. Answering him ,'no', he feels more aroused, hips immediately slamming into your hole. You almost led out a scream with this immense amount of pleasure you never felt 'till now. Moans and whimpers filling the room, as he hits the sweet spot inside of you over and over again. Fat tears rolling down your flushed cheeks, feeling lost in pleasure all of a second. It feels so good, just as he fantasized.

Senpai!Ayato who continues to rut into you, seemingly lost in in how good he felt in you, just as he thought. After he hears you saying your lower region feels so hot, just like something's that make you grumpy is building inside of you, but it won't go out of your body. He tells you that this is called an orgasm, which can make a person feel so good and he's about to do it to you. Continuing to slam into you, all he can thinks is how good you felt around him, as if your pussy was made for him.

Senpai!Ayato who knows that you're almost there, your tight cunt spasming uncontrollably, moans getting louder and louder, followed by the earthshaking orgasm. Whimpering sweetly, as you hear him saying ''Good girl, cum and moan f'me,'' he groaned, feeling as if he's almost there too. You came together, before Ayato senpai noticing your passed out figure. You have never done something so intense before, maybe that's why you are sleeping just after a round. Caressing your body with his hands, he just love you so much, so pretty, so innocently cute for him to corrupt.

Senpai!Ayato who then carries you back to his room, cleans you up and then wraps you around in his arms, seeing your pretty face, content and dozed off, smirking to himself. His plan of corrupting you has finally done. Placing a kiss on your cheek, realizing that he loves you so so much.

#ayato smut #kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato #kamisato clan #genshin smut #fem!reader #ayato x fem!reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin drabble #ayato x reader #ayato x you #ayato gi #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin drabbles #ayato genshin x reader #ayato #fem!mc

[thoughts-go-brrr]

The moment Kafka created the mc is the moment I have now craved for content about Kafka being a mom to mc

#hsr kafka #kafka #honkai star rail #fem!mc #male!mc #sorry I just #I love found family #I'll die for them #okay maybe that's a little to much #Still I now have grown an attachment to both of them #fuck.

[luminous-letters]

HELLO i see your requests are open and i'm kinda curious;;;

So the case is i really don't like sebek, like pretty much can't stand him BUT theres a scenario that happend in my dreams that was sebek finding mc crying (they don't really get along yet) the reason being she really misses home and feels super alone in this new world, so how do you think he would react after that? I wanna see if this fic makes me like him a little bit more (can be romantic or platonic u choose)

SORRY IF ITS TOO MUCH HAHA I GOT CARRIED AWAY

i understand that sebek could be a bit off-putting at first glance (with him constantly screaming about malleus and whatnot) he's the scrunkliest scrunkly that ever scrunkled if he ever grows on you. you'd go from crocodile (derogatory) to crocodile (affectionate)

naurr it's completely alright

side note: i'm so sorry that it was delayed this much 😭 i hope you enjoy 💛

"Human, you're formally invited to a grand banquet at Diasomnia. Make sure to not be late as to not cause shame to Lord Malleus' name," Sebek handed you an invitation, in all of its black and green glory.

"I...I don't— I can't attend," you replied, handing it back to him. "You're declining an invitation from Lord Malleus himself?" he looked at you incredulously, bewilderment that quickly morphed into aggression.

"Do you not know your place?" he huffed, "The crowned prince of the great Briar Valley sends an invitation your way and you have the gall to decline?" he seethed.

Why are you refusing something that he's been wishing for his entire life?

"You're right, I don't know my place. But I'm sure as hell it isn't here," you replied, trembling, with tears that threatened to spill.

"What are you talking about?"

"I want to go home. I didn't ask for any of this shit I'm getting," the thinnest sliver of strength you had finally snapped. "I have parents, siblings. I don't want to be stuck in some dead end, crappy excuse for a dorm. I have a life, and I want that life back."

You were homesick, that much he gathered. But is it too much to refuse an invitation from Malleus Draconia, of all people?

"I don't belong here."

That certain phrase rang a few unwanted bells inside Sebek's mind. You do not belong here. How many times did he hear those words over and over. How many times was he shunned out, ostracized and frowned upon because of the blood that ran through his veins— impure blood. He was not fae nor was he human, then where should he belong?

He understands now. There's somebody else like him.

"But still, you are to attend the banquet. I'll escort you come seven o'clock," he left the invitation on the table. "I expect you to be properly dressed and groomed by the time I return."

You didn't reply.

Did he do the right thing? He wondered as he prepared the various tableware for the banquet. He moved absentmindedly, knee-deep in his thoughts and doubts about his earlier exchange with you.

"...bek? Se...k? Sebek!"

"WHAT?!" his voice boomed.

The crash of the now shattered, ceramic plate echoed across Diasomnia's ghostly lounge.

"You look troubled. Did something happen?" Silver asked, quickly moving Sebek away from the shards. "It's nothing," he grumbled.

"If it bothers you this much," Lilia emerged from the dark corridor, "Then it must be concerning," he used his magic to return the plate to its former, more pristine, condition.

"I assure you, Master Lilia, it's nothing of concern."

"Could it be...your conversation with the Prefect earlier?"

"Silver...! How...how did you know?" he hung his head low, his heart thumping quickly from anxiety. "A bird told me," came Silver's reply.

"Calm yourself, Sebek," Lilia Vanrouge's soft voice gave reassurance, but it barely did anything to ease his worries. "Your conversation with her sounded like it didn't go too well," Silver continued, causing Sebek's heart to beat faster than before.

With the mention of the Prefect, Malleus Draconia materialized from bright green wisps. "What about the Prefect?" the Diasomnia housewarden questioned, further exacerbating the half-fae's frenzied heartbeat.

"My Lord, she's declined the invitation. She does not wish to attend," Sebek gulped, jumping when cracks of thunder roared around the dorm.

"Sebek, if you should know, the Prefect is an endeared acquaintance of mine," Malleus spoke in a low voice, it was so threatening that it sent chills down Sebek's spine.

Sebek stammered, "W-we had an exchange earlier and...and— well, she had the nerve to not accept and—"

"And?"

"And I feel like she'll want to attend even less after our conversation..."

An uncomfortable, drowning, almost deafening silence filled Diasomnia. Save for the occasional rattles of thunder.

"Lilia, cancel the banquet. I have more important matters to attend to," Malleus waved off towards the dorm's vice housewarden. "No, I will not," Lilia's voice was stern.

"This banquet is as important to Briar Valley as much as it is to Diasomnia, and it is your duty as housewarden as well as the crowned prince to host the event and tend to the delegates," Lilia scolded. "But she's—"

"She can wait. This affair weighs worlds more than her."

Sebek hadn't felt more ashamed and embarrassed before. The irony that he was the one who would cause his Lord's rage and strike a disagreement between both of the people he looked up to. "Sebek," Malleus called.

"Yes, my Lord?"

"Seeing as you were the one who pushed her to such extremes," the fae prince began, "I task you with consoling her, take it as a chance at redemption. Stay with her until she feels better, I don't care even if it takes until sunrise."

"But Malleus, it's his right to attend. This abuse of power is something not befitting of someone of your caliber," Malleus laughed at Lilia's remark, "Abuse of power? I'm merely enforcing discipline and conduct to one of my retainers," he said the title with malice, meant to demean rather than to glorify.

"Take it as a chance at redemption."

"Malleus—" Lilia interjected, "No, I'll do it!" Sebek said, with the same loud enthusiasm he'd always offer his Lord. "If that's your decision..." Lilia sighed.

He offered the first year a pat on the back, "I'll save you some food for when you get back."

"Thank you, Master Lilia! And I will not disappoint, Lord Malleus!" with that, Sebek began his march towards Ramshackle dorm. To you.

Seven o'clock sharp. He was standing in front of your dorm, donning a black suit and a bright green tie. He had hope that maybe, just maybe, you'd decide to attend. He's always wanted to be with them, with true fae. "Um...are you there?"

"If you're here to escort me you're just wasting your time," you spoke from behind the door. "I'm...I'm sorry, I should've taken into consideration your situation..." Sebek said.

No reply. The lights flickered off and fading thumps of footfalls against oaken floorboards were the only replies he received.

What else could he do but wait. Diligently and patiently he sat on the porch, watching the stars as he passed the night. As Lilia says, "One cannot achieve greatness without patience."

Well, he didn't actually say that. He just thought it'd be cool if he did.

Come sunrise, as the morning dew rested on the last few blades of grass in your dorm's lawn, Sebek was still there. He waited, although he was silently snoring. He was slumped over with a plastic bag in hand.

"I missed the banquet," he sighed, "Well I never asked you to—"

"I know. I did it of my own accord, well Lord Malleus asked me to keep you company. But I swear most if it was because I was...I was guilty?" he rubbed the sleep off his eyes.

"I brought some leftover food from last night. Seeing as the headmaster doesn't give you enough budget to afford good food," he handed you the bag, filled to the brim with delicious dishes— savory pork and sweet and sour chicken, among many others.

You took it, "Come inside, we can eat it together."

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #fem!reader #female reader #fem!mc #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt #twst fanfiction #twst drabble #twst oneshot #angst to fluff #hurt/comfort #answered ask #writing #my writing #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twst angst

[starry-night-rose]

“I need to get this milkshake to table no. 5 so kindly move out of my way!”

I just had to join @twst-the-night-away ‘s diner event ever since it was briefly mentioned! Here’s Ellis trying her best to get those orders to the customers! She just hope she can make it to the next table without falling over!

Voice Lines and Full body is under the cut!

Summon: “You can do this Ellis! Just get out there, serve the customers, and skate it out!....Or not!”

Groovy: “I think I’m finally getting the hang of this!”

Set Home: “Let’s get the job done and have some happy customers!”

Home Idle 1: ”I get that the roller skates are all part of the vintage appeal of the diner but....do we really have to take orders in them?”

Home Idle 2: “I almost tripped while skating but then I was saved by a weird, but familiar firefly like light! It kept me from falling and set me upright! How weird is that!”

Home Idle 3: “Working 9 to 5, what a way to make a liv- Oh sorry! Caught me singing on the job!”

Home Login: “Welcome to The Old Sage Diner! How may I take your order? Oh it’s just you!”

Home Idle Groovy: “I hope Sebek doesn’t scare off customers with his loud personality. Cater and I had to apologize to a few customers already”

Home Tap 1: “UiO came in an ordered an ice cream! I almost tripped on the skates trying to get to the order to her though...”

Home Tap 2: “Yuuta came in an ordered a milkshake from me. The only problem was that he was so particular about his order that I couldn’t wrap my head around it!”

Home Tap 3: “Carol sat down and ordered a apple milkshake!....Do we even serve those here?”

Home Tap 4: “There was this guy all dressed up in a suit who just ordered a smoothie from me. His name was Solidel but my on,y thought was that he was way too dressed up for this!”

Home Tap 5: “Ace and I try to play games when on our break! So far for Rock Paper Scissors, it’s 27 to 4. I’m the 27-“

Home Tap Groovy: “I asked Malleus to come to the diner later after work for a date! I’m thinking we share a milkshake together!”

Ocs mentioned - Yuuta belongs to @rosietrace , UiO belongs to @authoruio , Soldiel belongs to @abyss-wonderer , Carol belongs to @fumikomiyasaki

Full Body Ellis is below!

#ellis clawthorne #my art! #disorder up! #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #yuu #twst yuu #twisted wonderland yuu #yuusona #fem!mc